“...Watson took a sip from his cup: – I’m just surprised at you, Sherlock, how did you guess? – Fresh wallpaper. When gluing them, keep the windows sealed, otherwise the work will go down the drain. But then... Holmes took another drag from his pipe and stretched his legs towards the fireplace. At that moment, the sound of an approaching carriage was heard from the street, and voices were heard from below. “Dear, is this Baker Street two hundred twenty-one encore?” “That’s right, sir.” “A familiar accent,” Watson rose from the table. “That’s right, my friend,” Holmes nodded, taking the pipe out of his mouth, “that’s a Russian accent.” I’m willing to bet a shilling that some important person has arrived. “You won’t trick me, Sherlock,” Watson grinned smugly, “I’ll keep this shilling for myself.” You and I know that Benning Arnold's jewelry store is located on the ground floor. The second voice belongs to him. The owner comes out to greet only those whom he hopes to see as wealthy buyers. So the conclusion is obvious. “Bravo, Watson, my lessons were not in vain.” What else can you add?..."